Virginia Woolf Quotes About Blame

Quotes about: Blame

• Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.

  Virginia Woolf

  Horse, Blame, Praise

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.819, Delphi Classics

• What has praise and fame to do with poetry? Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice? So that all this chatter and praise, and blame and meeting people who admired one and meeting people who did not admire one was as ill suited as could be to the thing itself- a voice answering a voice.

  Virginia Woolf

  Writing, Voice, People

  Virginia Woolf (2012). “Orlando: A Biography”, p.306, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• She thought there were no Gods; no one was to blame; and so she evolved this atheist's religion of doing good for the sake of goodness.

  Virginia Woolf

  Atheist, Sake, Blame

  Virginia Woolf (2012). “Mrs. Dalloway - Broadview Edition”, p.107, Broadview Press

• Who shall blame him? Who will not secretly rejoice when the hero puts his armour off, and halts by the window and gazes at his wife and son, who, very distant at first, gradually come closer and closer, till lips and book and head are clearly before him, though still lovely and unfamiliar from the intensity of his isolation and the waste of ages and the perishing of the stars, and finally putting his pipe in his pocket and bending his magnificent head before her—who will blame him if he does homage to the beauty of the world?

  Virginia Woolf

  Stars, Hero, Book

  Virginia Woolf (2015). “To the Lighthouse”, p.28, Virginia Woolf

• Praise and blame alike mean nothing. No, delightful as the pastime of measuring may be, it is the most futile of all occupations, and to submit to the decrees of the measurers the most servile of attitudes.

  Virginia Woolf

  Attitude, Mean, Occupation

  Virginia Woolf (2015). “A Room of One's Own: And Three Guineas”, p.80, Oxford University Press, USA

• O why do I ever let anyone read what I write! Every time I have to go through a breakfast with a letter of criticism I swear I will write for my own praise or blame in future. It is a misery.

  Virginia Woolf

  Writing, Criticism, Breakfast

  Virginia Woolf, Nigel Nicolson, Joanne Trautmann, Joanne Trautmann Banks (1975). “The Flight of the Mind”

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